You were hanging out with Mikey, talking on the beanbags of the sewers that he lived in with his brothers, when he noticed your sketchbook in your hand. “Woah, what’s that?”

You followed his gaze to your sticker covered sketchbook, and quickly hid it. When he realized what it was, he gasped and a grin snuck onto his face. “I have one too!” He said, beaming as he grabbed his own sketchbook, just as sticker covered as yours, maybe a little more. He held his sketchbook out proudly.